I told my mum this morning that I would tidy my bedroom; yesterday I tidied the computer and that was grotty enough. >_>
But yeah, my bedroom is just one big bombsite. The amount of paper in there is enough to build a whole oak tree from, I bet. And I think I'll tidy the landing too, but that's so full of fucking paper too. I should just light a fire and burn the whole lot. Arson. Actually, you get more heavily punished for Arson in the UK than you do for murder, so I'd better not do that.
On top of that, I think I'm making tea tonight. Woo. Well, I made my own breakfast too (she was lying to me when she said there was bacon under the grill, lying, I say o_o) so I'm sure I can cook tea.
If I manage to clean my bedroom and the landing today without passing out or dying of a mass papercut then I swear, I'm going to ask mum to buy me a new T-shirt tomorrow. Rofl [/brat]
I'm just going to fail when I go to university.